Letter To Death

Dear Death,

We have recently found ourselves becoming curious over you and your existence. Not that you don’t exist but questions about who you are, your role in the Universe. If indeed you are bound to our Universe at all that is. We all hear the phrase “God’s Plan” here but is it?

Our minds wonders do you determine when a living thing is to be released and it’s soul given over to God, or are you simply doing God’s bidding? If so then the image we have of the “sands of time” being in your procession disappears. Destroys the idea that you are the one who sets out what time a life has to exist, in essence why do you need to be? What function would you play in the Universe if this were the case we wonder?

Harlin raised the thought that your are a “rescuer“, to release us from the binds of the restricted physical mortal life to something much more wonderful?

It got us to thinking, do you exist because of God, or does God exist because of you? Is it maybe that you are God just dressed differently? Are you the manifestation of God sent to collect the soul when the physical life it had finishes within Gods plan? In which case this letter is completely mute of course.

On the other side of the ethereal coin though, is God a manifestation of you? As for you to exist you must have life to end but in order for that to be, there must be a life giver.

Whilst so many fear you, we wonder if we should in fact thank you. As it was you who bought the creator into being who then created us in order to justify your existence. Well, sorry, not justify for this is a human construct, give purpose to your eternity as we see it?

We both, (Tentatively), look forward to meeting you that you may give me the answer we seek, but not too soon we hope.

Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

You Can Talk to the Dead!

What a rather psychic sounding title for a blog post, rest assured there is nothing weird with where we are going with this. There are all manner of different ways people will tell you will allow conversations with the dead.

One that has gained a popular revival through its more frequent appearances as a character is in films. You know the format, couple of people having a

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Is There Anyone There?

laugh unwittingly released a demonic presence hell bent on turning everyone into a Kentucky Fried Chicken dinner. But in all seriousness, using one of these would be such a slow conversation as it is done a letter a time. It would take a week just to find out who you were talking to!

There is of course the seance, (Transfiguration as it is also known.), does not have to be a room full of people, as is the normal image. could be just you and the medium. They go into a trance supposedly the one you want to communicate with then uses their body as a vessel. These though always seem short lived, conversation is never very interesting, it is not a relaxed way to talk with someone, even if they are dead.

We here at Harlam do rather like the rather odd, Psychic Telephone, not the modern ones here you call a premium rate number to speak to some unknown medium. This one is, or rather was, a head set which was attached to an inflated balloon. The idea here is the spirit you want to talk to somehow vibrates this against a microphone that you can then hear.

God forbid neither are we talking about some ritual involving sacrifice with weird objects, pentagrams, candles laid out in patterns along with odd chanting. You might accidentally summon someone you really don’t want to be talking to! No, we genuinely believe  there is a more rational idea in which people can converse with lost loved ones.

Although the main idea is about talking to people we 16662961343_4692662c96_k.jpg have known, who have now passed on, there is an initial thought we want to talk though with you which lays the basis for it.

Like so many others Lamo experienced one of the most profound times in his life when his mother died. When she had been alive acted as his mentor, confidant as well as very often psychiatrist but in whatever guise, having a huge influence on him.

There are many quotes about why people are still with us even though they are dead;

As long as we remember a person, they are not really gone. Their thoughts, their feelings, their memories, they become a part of us.” – Justin Cronin

Or even from Lamo’s favorite late great author;

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?” – Terry Pratchett (Going Postal)

Both of these are very relevant to our Harlam thought we want to share with you here. Let us consider why is a memory of a person that is no longer here any less real than the person themselves? After all it is created in the very same mind that perceives both versions of them. Whilst one is generated by their physical presence through the senses the second is created by their memories. As they are formed in the same mind are they not exactly the same in our reality?

Both perceptions make the person real to us, regardless of how they are generated. It must follow to reason if the memory makes them real then they still exist even after the physical death. They do not die until no memory of them exists anywhere. This is why we believe while they remain in our memory they are as real as the person sat next to you on the bus.

With this concept in mind we move to how we here at Harlam believe it is possible to talk to the dead. After his mum died Lamo heard one of the most profound thoughts ever in his life which became something he believes in today. Talking to a friend shortly after her untimely death the conversation went like this;

“I wish my mum was here so I could talk to her about this”
“Why can’t you talk to her?”
“Well she’s dead.”
“But you know what she would say if she were alive don’t you, so you can still talk to her.

Lamo’s friend was actually right. Even though that person is not physically here is of no consequence. Why? They exist in the form of our memories of them and we can talk to them just as easily as our own self. The important thing is because, like Lamo, dead you spent so much time talking about all manner of things in the past with them you sub consciously know what they would say as if they were sat with you now. Your not making the conversation up as might be with an imaginary character, it is genuinely two way.

We should point out though that whilst you can hold this post death chin wag with anyone there is a formula to bear in mind. “Accuracy Of Conversation = Closeness of relationship + Number Of Conversations.” It should go without saying the better you know the person, a parent, sibling or a best friend the more your talk with them will be true to the person they were when alive. If however it was a distant Aunt that you only saw wheeled out at other funerals and weddings, then your not really going to know what they might have said.

Remember no one is gone whist we carry their memory which makes them as real as they ever were. All the time they exist then of course we can still talk with them for that conversation is real to!

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

The Whisper of Death.

Harlin recently shared with Lamo a thought she had flash into her mind whilst pottering around in her kitchen. She posed the following question based on this;

Have you ever heard the sound of a dying candle or from a Diya. The sound that comes from the burnt out wick?

This weird moment had come upon her whilst alone in an almost silent kitchen. Harlin heard a faint crackle which startled her as their was no one else there that she was aware of. Upon investigating nervously burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-burning-candle-fading-flame-smoke-black-background-104243846 she saw a dying Diya, (a small cup-shaped oil lamp made of baked clay), with a final wisp of smoke rising from it. Seeing this it was then the feeling she had in that moment which was truly surprising. Pity, is how she described it, for it sounded almost like this Diya was saying goodbye to her with its last dying breath. Wanting to be heard knowing it wouldn’t die alone.

We know non living things have no sentiments but still there is a beauty in any death as remarkable as its birth. Being able to hear that in the softest of sounds brings that final farewell to an emotional feeling of understanding. Perhaps even adding to our insight in to the World around us. Such was the profound thought that Harlin had after this emotionally charged incident shared with this Diya which until now was just a simple inanimate object.

It got us to thinking of those other dying whispers of such non living beings we as humans either don’t hear or perhaps choose not to. Lets be very clear here before we move on to our other candidates in this idea regarding what is not a valid entry. Trees, Plants, Animals, those things that are considered alive are not. The thought that has been raised is bound to those objects that are simply things, objects, made by humans in most cases. (Certainly in all the ones we could think of they are!)

By way of non inclusive examples, here are two which did cross our minds as we pondered together at Harlam but were ruled out for they are actual living beings.

A tree falling to its final death bed on the forest floor.

Perhaps a solitary Leaf that falls from an Autumn tree as it is pushed to its final resting place by the whispering wind.

With that now explained, allow us to proceed in describing our poor dying entities who give out that, “Whisper of Death“, when their time has come to an end.

First, much like the Diya is that tiny, “Tink” sound, (best word we could think of to describe it), made by its modern day counterpart the filament light bulb. (Not the modern energy saving versions.) Both giving their individual whispering sound signifying the death of the light they once shone when alive.

Next the sound made as the final part of a sinking boat or ship, slips from above to just beneath water_droplet the watery surface. Its the sound of the whisper made by the water as it reforms itself to its previous flatness. That one single final droplet leaping up before falling to settle, “Poooit“, an absolute final sign the sea, (ocean or even river to!), has devoured the boat. Now having died becoming a lifeless wreck laying buried beneath the waves, unseen, unheard.

Another that came into our minds on this thoughtfully deep notion was the good old Balloon. Whilst it serves its life purpose brightening up those milestones of our own human lives, birthdays, weddings among many others, it to eventually succumbs. As those last tiny particles of air, (or Helium), seep from its tired neck with an almost silent, “Psssht“. Finally deflated despite trying to hold on to every precious breath it once held. Ironically this sometimes is our very own human breaths as used when we gave birth to it in the first place. Although every now and again, this non living being can go out with a “BANG” in its final act of death! (Bit more than a whisper!)

Returning to the kitchen we have our forgotten friend that sits there working hard in the background for us. None other than the refrigerator, (“Fridge”, as we all lovingly refer to it), with its unseen heart pumping the life preserving gas around in its metallic veins. Non stop through those coiled arteries, passing through the expansion valve, (as our own blood does heart valves), creating that cool interior heaven withing its body. A cold effect we so take for granted yet it keeps those juices and food we trust it with fresh for longer. Eventually this poor kitchen being though finds that it’s heart can pump no more. It to reaches that “Whisper of Death” with the last final spin of its motor shaft coming to a stop. “Bzzshoop” Something we suddenly only notice when it is no longer there, the whirring soft hum of a circulating heart, like a breeze of life once continually blowing almost imperceptibly quiet, yet was always there.

Here then is our final thought on this emotionally weird idea for you to ponder. When something we consider as alive dies there is an associated emotional appreciation automatically felt. Here though we have tried to describe dying moments of non living entities, each of which has its unique final whisper before exiting this world. Though please do forgive our onomatopoeia attempts with describing these sounds.

Moving to the crux, we think this is the very sad thing because our ears are not equipped with the ability to pick up such low quiet sounds of feeling, they are missed. Worse we simply choose to ignore them as insignificant because they are from non living beings. Imagine though if our ears along with our mindset were attuned, would it not be incredible to hear all those, “Whispers of Death“?

(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019

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Please, if there are any you would like to add from your own thoughts do comment below. 🙂


Cats, Messengers from the Underworld?

It started innocent enough, (Like everything here at Harlam), with Harlin making mention that she had been woken the night before by a loud cat. Yeah you know those furry things that seem do nothing all day then disappear at night doing whatever feline things it is they do. Lamo though had a thought that struck him about this that prompted this post from us here.

It is well documented that these creatures, (Yes the Cats.), were revered in ancient Egypt, in fact far more than humans. UnderwoldCat Did you know that the penalty for someone to have caused the death of a cat, whether intentionally or inadvertently was death! (Yeah that is some serious Cat respect there!). Cats were even given the high status of being mummified when they died. Also the family that owned the cat would shave their eye brows off as an act of mourning, which was not be over until they, (The eye brows.), grew back.

It is also a strong belief that is was the Egyptians that domesticated Cats around 2,000 BC but this theory again has been usurped. (Yes that means infringed upon!). 130,000 Years ago those Mesopotamian, (The cradle of civilization, or so they like to think!), Farmers were breeding cats from a small family of wild Cats living on the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates rivers in the Middle East. This technically meant they were, “Domesticating” this furry critter long before those smarty pants Egyptians! But we digress as this is about a specific thought of Cats, lets get back to that!

Although many believe it was the Egyptians that started the myth of Cats being the Guardians of the Underworld, this is based on a very loose interpretation of their Cat Goddess “Bastet”. She was Goddess of protection against contagious diseases and evil spirits which is not really the Underworld. Her only tenuous connection in these Egyptian myths was because she was seen for a while as the wife of “Anubis”, (The God of Embalming.), who was considered second in command to Osiris of the Underworld but that is as far as it goes.

For the Egyptians it is more likely in regard to their ancient Sun God, “Atum-Ra”. (They were incredibly passionate about this particular God). It was believed he would take the form of a cat on visits to the underworld. (Probably on visits to see Anubis and Osiris?). Thus we have the connection to that spirit world now being much more tangible. It is also legend has it that, “Atum-Ra”, gave birth to eight other gods and thus represented nine lives in one. Now we also have the explanation for perhaps where the idea that Cat’s have nine loves comes from to. (All from the same legend!)

However for the purpose of this post’s thought we need to perhaps move to Celtic Lore. (These guys were around about 1000-800 BC, time of the Iron Age.). The reason for this is that it was they who believed that cats were guardians of the gates to the Otherworld, guardians of their treasures and also bring to the people the wholeness, as a spiritual link between humans and the universe. This implies that Cats maybe have the ability to hear those spirits that have passed on to the Otherworld, whilst they stand guard of the gates. (We assume as our protectors to make sure that nothing nasty escape from there to our world?).

Going back to poor Harlin’s sleep interrupted night because of the kindly cat, there is a thought that forms. Is it possible that there are non-domesticated Cats, those with no human masters that are these Otherworld guards? Yet so like normal Cats that we would not be able to distinguish them from those we have at home so we do not notice them as they carry out their guard duties? (Hence why we don’t really know they actually carry out this important function?)

We went on to wonder if these guardians of the underworld gates are either trying to warn humans about a forthcoming demon or perhaps evil spirit that is trying to escape, (Or maybe has already managed a jail break.), from that world to this. CelticCat Perhaps a more happy circumstance is that because they are the bridge between us and this spiritual Otherworld, maybe they are trying to pass on a message. One from some one that has died and now is part of that other world where they are unable to send a direct message themselves to one of here in this world so they ask the Cat Guards to pass the message on for them?

One thing that brought us to postulate this weird sounding possibility, is that the following Chinese legend about these same furry critters was written.

In this myth it is said that in the beginning of the world, the Gods appointed Cats, (Why on Earth they would do this is frankly bewildering!), to oversee the running of this new creation. However in order that they could better communicate with the Gods they were given the power of speech. (This is the ability to speak to the Gods, not human speech!), Sadly though these feline lay about animals were more interested in sleeping and playing beneath the cherry trees. Three times the Gods visited to see how the Cats were doing, each time they were disappointed. (Proof that God’s  were mad to give Cats this task!). So on that third visit the Cats actually admitted that they had no interest in running the world so humans were nominated and they were given the power of speech. (The Cats had this power revoked!) Yet as we humans seemed incapable of understanding the actual language of the Gods, Cats still remained entrusted with keeping time and so effectively maintaining order.

Therefore if Cats once had this inherent ability of communication between the God’s and other creatures of the world, is it not logical to make the leap that this has remained within some of their descendants? Perhaps those that now stand Guard to that Otherworld? So when they are warning us or hopefully trying to pass on a message, they wrongly assume they can make us understand with their language, (Which we actually don’t understand because we don’t see its significance to us!).

Also remember that perhaps as part of this, compared to human eyes, cat eyes actually have six to eight times more light sensing rods, (Bits on the retina same as humans.), which means they can see a lot more in very low light. Ghostcat It is probably possible they can see other areas of the light spectrum to, ultra violet for one, which may mean they can see ghosts or spirits. Another tweak to their DNA for the task of being Otherworld guards? (The evidence for our thought does stack up here!)

Harlin also recants a story of a mother Cat who gave birth to three kittens in her back garden a few years back. Shortly there after another Cat, a male we think, came in to the garden and murdered, (That is the word Harlin uses.), the black one in the garden. Now for weeks after the mother cat would come back to that same spot and howl, like she was in emotional pain, at the exact spot where that kitten had died. Is it possible she was either trying to get the kitten’s soul to come back by talking to it? Or was she maybe trying to convince the kittens spirit to leave that spot in this world and make the journey to the Otherworld were it would find peace? The kitten being so young may not have understood the Otherword, what it was as it had not had time to learn from the parent or older Cats as it grew up. Again is this showing that Cats have the ability to see and converse with those life spirits from the world we all live in? (The mother to the kitten’s spirit in this case.)

Catluage (Cat-loo-arge), the new Harlam word for the language of Cats! (Yes it is in the dictionary, take a look.)

In conclusion we wonder is it therefore possible that the Cat meowing outside of Harlin’s bedroom window is trying to give her an important message of some sort? Maybe from a spirit of a life now transitioned to the Otherworld?. Maybe a warning that something nasty has escaped, or there is a presence we cannot see that the Cat is trying to warn us against!. Harlin is not the only one who enjoys this communication attempt late at night of course as many people hear Cats meowing but do they misunderstand its real meaning. (Rather than just being annoying and keeping them awake that is?). We think that there is some thought that Cat’s can be a communication bridge from this world to the next, we just need to learn how to interpret this language of theirs.

(C) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2018